As on the highway’s quiet edge
He mows the grass beside the hedge,
The old man has for company
The distant, grey, salt-smelling sea,
A poppied field, a cow and calf,
The finches on the telegraph.

Across his faded back a hone,
He slowly, slowly scythes alone
In silence of the wind-soft air,
With ladies’ bedstraw everywhere,
With whitened corn, and tarry poles,
And far-off gulls like risen souls.

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2 thoughts on “7 ~ Ludham by Lisa Richardson”

Konrad, the poem you chose sets the scene so well, I can almost hear the seagulls and smell the salt air. An excellent sweater, perfect for summer in cotton and then in wool for autumn. I wish I had someone I could knit this for.